Series: Thunder Mountain Brotherhood
Published by Harlequin on November 17th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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A cowboy's scars can last a lifetime. Ty Slater's cheerfulness is a carefully constructed armor. After losing his parents in a tragic accident, he was fostered at Thunder Mountain Ranch. Although he's learned how to survive, he hides a broken heart. He knows love leads to loss, so he's vowed never to fall in love…
Unfortunately, Ty's attraction to Whitney Yates is nothing short of a maelstrom, a desire that threatens his resolve. When she's stranded at Thunder Mountain for Christmas, Ty realizes he'd better find Whitney's flaw, and fast—because his lust is too damn close to love. This red-hot cowboy is ready to bolt…unless Whitney shows him that some rides are definitely worth the risk.
I haven’t read very many categories recently, and, unfortunately this one probably won’t bring me back. Ty and Whitney fell in insta-love. Sort of. They knew each other when she worked at a coffee shop in Cheyenne, but when she was transferred to the new store in Sheridan and promoted, they didn’t see each other anymore. But now Ty is in Sheridan for Thanksgiving, and he doesn’t have a girlfriend anymore, so they decide to see where it goes.
It went along a fairly predictable path. A few obstacles to them actually having sex, resulting in them folding down the seats to her car and having sex for the first time there, which was fairly funny, and an argument I didn’t really understand that led to their break up was really all there was here. The book spanned a few weeks, between Thanksgiving and Christmas, and by the end of it they were proclaiming their love and figuring out how to navigate the five hour distance between Cheyenne and Sheridan.
This was a quick holiday read, one that Christmas really didn’t factor into too much, other than the holidays being a reason for traveling and visiting family. I haven’t really read a lot of Vicki Lewis Thompson, so I don’t know if this is typical of her, but it was harmless and ultimately forgettable, pretty typical of what I remember of the Harlequin lines.